Don't wanna hear about itEvery single one's got a story to tellEveryone knows about itFrom the Queen of England to the Hounds of HellAnd if I catch it comin' back my wayI'm gonna serve it to youAnd that ain't what you want to hearBut that's what I'll doAnd the feelin' comin' from my bonesSays, "find a home"

I'm goin' to WichitaFar from this opera for ever moreI'm gonna work the strawMake the sweat drip out of every poreAnd I'm bleedin' and I'm bleedin' and I'm bleedin'Right before my LordAll the words are gonna bleed from meAnd I will think no moreAnd the stains comin' from my bloodTell me, "go back home"